Desperate for an instant connection,
Like grabbing at affection just for affection,
Art just for art’s sake, friendship for friendship’s sake,
Romanticized, but what is at stake?
Forgetting that happiness happens over time,
That bonds are complex rhythms, not simple rhymes,
What is wrong with my must-have, envious mentality,
I never used to have such green-tinted tendencies.
Impatient with weaving complicated ties,
And believing instead all the intricate lies,
Seeking to replace reliable relation,
with the shallow promise of instant gratification.
Slipping into self-reflection,
I ask myself about my aggressive actions:
Why sprint to the finish line,
When it isn’t a race, and you know you’ll be fine?